The door slammed behind them.
Sky stumbled.
Her legs were jelly, barely holding her up as Xavier’s c*m slid in thick, wet trails down the insides of her thighs, dripping past her knees, soaking her ruined panties, then pouring right through them. The hallway floor was already marked with her. With him.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
His grip on her wrist said everything, tight, possessive, brutal. He led her through the suite like she wasn’t even human anymore. Like she was just something he owned. Something he broke. Something that belonged to him now and forever.
And she did.
God, she did.
She could still feel his c**k splitting her in half. Still feel the burn of his thrusts, the ache inside her from how deep he’d gone.
Her p***y was twitching, open, ruined, still leaking
